You gave me a seashell,
And I held it to my ear.
I listened to the waves swaying,
Sweeping the sand.
I heard the howling of the oceanic winds,
I heard the whispering of the sand's flowing.
I felt the sweet fragrance of the shore,
I saw the waves pulling and relaxing.
I still have it in my room,
Upon the rusty dusty shelf,
Lying dead as a memory,
As a scar, as a remembrance of your presence.
I wish I had a seashell
To the old times.
Where innocence was weapon,
And I was naive as pure.
I wish I had a seashell
Recalling to the loving times.
Where love was a mother,
That sang me lullabies everynight.
I wish I had a seashell
That whispers to the ethereal times.
Where you sent me to the stars,
And made me drift into happiness.
A starshell.
A shell that will bring souvenirs,
Of the sweet, loving times.
Where you made me see the stars even in the daylight.